I’m tired so let me be broken.

We talked about it so many times

How, What, Who

Broke it down,

piece by piece,

line by line.

Dissected.

But there’s a differences between words and action. 

And I was ready, but you weren’t.

Now I’m upset because you’re upset.

Everything is so fucked up.

Like a blood stain on a white shirt,

this is never going away.

Sure, the memory will fade…

Become burnt and washed out as time passes by.

 

You know my one belief is "no regrets"

You can’t fix or change the past….

Only learn and grow… 

And try to prevent future mistakes.

 

But I don’t see this as a mistake,

And I wish you wouldn’t either.

 

We can’t take it back

And I get the feeling we’ll never be the same.